Fun with Adjectives

Hold on to your pants, folks.

We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.

 

TASTY

We made cookies last night using a new recipe.

Little Dude.

He’s not as helpful as he looks.

Since the cookies were scrumptious, I felt the need to share them with you.

They are from the What Can I bring Cookbook by Anne Byrn.

Tweaked by yours truly.

The Best Chocolate Chip Cookies

1 cup butter at room temperature

1 cup packed light brown sugar

1 cup granulated sugar

1T pure vanilla extract

3 large eggs

3 cups flour

1 tsp baking soda

1/4tsp salt

3 cups semisweet chocolate chips

Note:  Lumberjill used margarine and imitation vanilla.  All of Lumberjill’s money goes towards gas, camo, and mouse traps these days.  We must save where we can.

1.  Place butter, brown sugar, and granulated sugar in a large bowl and stir.

You could use a mixer, but I think it is better to use a good old bowl and spoon.

Perhaps it is because once I turn on the mixer, I go and change diapers and deal with snotty noses and naughty children and let the mixer run for 5-20 minutes longer than it should.

Bottom line:  Don’t over mix.

Add the vanilla and eggs and stir until smooth.

2.  In another bowl, combine the flour, baking soda, and salt.  Put the dry ingredients on top of the butter mixture and stir until combined.  Add the chocolate chips.  Cover bowl and chill for about 30 minutes.

Fact:  I only chilled for like 10 minutes.

Who has 30 minutes for chilling?

3.  Bake at 350 for 12-14 minutes.

Shocking News:  I am not a food photographer.  Nor any other kind of photographer.

There they are.  Right next to the time out toys.

You may ask, “Taylor!  What are time out toys?”

Well, readers.  They are the toys that the kids were super naughty with and therefore must remain by the toaster.

INCREDULOUS!

I will forever love the aforementioned cookie recipe because my husband, David Maliblahblah, TEXTED me whilst he was busy at work (electrifying, not lumberjacking) and said, and I quote,

“Good cookies.”

I will give you all a moment to recover from the shock.

This has never, ever, ever, ever, never, ever happened.

Make these cookies.

I think they almost convinced him to stay home from his upcoming hunting trip.

Almost.

DARLING!

Why, yes!

That is a darling, hand-made camera strap cover on the camera that I don’t know how to properly use!

Melissa Kmade it for me!  Isn’t she the bestest?

Go say hi and tell her she is most talented!

IMAGINITIVE!

Little Dude spent the better half of the morning playing “puppy.”

Perhaps we should get him a real one?

Nah.  This is way better.

It would appear as though he also declared today to be “A Day Without Pants.”

Yes.  My son is wearing a pink diaper.

I don’t want to talk about.

Let’s just say “Parent’s Choice ” diapers from Walmart might be getting a letter of unsatisfaction.

I know.  He’s cute.

ORDINARY

Just an ordinary day here.

Out in the middle of nowhere.

All by ourselves.

With mice in our cars.

Gettin’ our education on.

In a peach house.

Refusing to wear pants.

 

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We interrupt this exciting post to bring you the COW.

The observant reader might notice that there are three cows in this picture.

That is because there are three winners of the COW (comment of the week) this week!

COW #1 goes to Jessy H with her proposal story:

We had gone out for ice cream and then to a park to swing. While he was swinging he said “Hey Jessy look at me”, and then took a drink of his banana shake and pretended to throw up spitting it on the ground (don’t be jealous). A few minutes later he called me over to him and got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.

It was the sublte (don’t be jealous) portion of the comment that did it for me.

COW #2 goes to Dawn, with her super heartfelt comment that made me smile during my most stressful day:

Positives–you aren’t supposed to eat beef anyway. You have now been reminded of the importance to finding that key for the freezer. You don’t need a bunny to take care of. You obviously don’t need renters who think your former home has a ghost. Maybe, just maybe the Honda is unfixable and you can get something of a better size. Your girls are at the in-laws, not with you although you, of course, love them. If you knew how to sew on buttons, there would be no need for this overnight visit. What would be even better is if the boys were there also…. The creature living in your trunk will most likely move out at the gas station (you must dream a little!) And we are assuming that HD still has not lost his glasses!

And the most positive, positive is….that you are more important to the Father than birds of the air and the lilies of the fields!

COW #3 goes to Melissa K on the post “How to be a Superb Hunting Wife.”  Yes, the same Melissa K who made me the camera strap cover.  Look at her and her bad self!

Ha! I laughed my head off (Get it?) even though I’m not married to a hunter. My husband has threatened for years to mount a trophy brown trout in our living room, though, so I put it on the prayer chain for him never to land one large enough to deem worthy.

Is it wrong to pray that your husband does not catch/kill/slaughter anything whilst hunting/fishing?

It is truly more convenient for me if he brings home nothing and we become vegetarians instead.

Thoughts?

Happy Weekend!

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How to Be a Superb Hunting Wife.

Tis the season . . . hunting season.

Oh, yes.  Hunting season.

Joy

To

The

World.

The season where you plan to not see your husband for a few months and try to never look in the back of his truck for fear of seeing an animal carcass.

I was not cut out for this hunter’s wife gig.

And, yet.  Here I am.

Since I am 29 now and all, I thought I would mentor some of you in how to be a proper hunter’s wife.

Remember.  I am super knowledgeable and have been perfecting these methods over the course of 10 years.

1.  Do not freak out.  You will see dead animals.  You see horns, fur, blood, and fur.  It will be disgusting.

2.  If you do freak out to the point of annoying your husband, he might try to pester you further by placing a deer’s head on a garbage can outside your window just to taunt you.

3.  Because he knows darn well you won’t go out there and move it.

4.  And he knows darn well it will bug you.

5.  And it’s tongue might be hanging out.  And you might cry.  So don’t act like your freaked out.  Just keep it all inside.

6.  Not that I know from personal experience.

7.  You must wash all hunting clothes with unscented detergent.

8.  Your husband will smell . . . different when he comes home.  Don’t question the smells.  You do not want to know.

9.  If you convince your husband to turn all the meat into summer sausage and pepperoni sticks, you will not have to eat it.  Ever.

10.  But if you don’t, be forewarned that when you cook a deer roast in the crock pot, it looks a little purpleish.

11.  Just makes lots of rice to go with it and pretend to try the deer.  This will please your husband.

12.  But for the love of everything that is sacred and pure:  do not eat the purple meat.  Become a vegetarian if you must.

13.  Do not ask him if he “caught” anything when he comes home.  You must be sure to say “kill.”  This makes him feel uber manly.

14.  If your husband does not catch kill anything during the season, make sure to blame this on something out of his control and most certainly not his hunting abilities.

15.  I will give you some examples:

“Darn rain.”

“Darn snow.”

“Stupid wolves.  Eating all the deer.”

“I might have washed your clothes with Downy’s ‘April Fresh Scent,’ instead of the super-secret-unscented soap.  My bad.”

“Your truck is sooooo big and loud.  You probably scared all big game away within a 50 mile radius.”

“We can always eat chicken!”

Hope this helped.

If you take heed of my advice, you might be able to talk your husband out of hanging his large, creepy deer mount above your bed.

Also, refrain from naming the deer mount, “Frank.”

Your manly-man-hunter husband will find this irksome.

Not that I know from experience.

Let me know if you have any tips to add to the list!

Faretheewell, my friends.

Fare.

Thee.

Well.

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Oklahoma!

Folks.

Last night, my sister swooned me.

Oh, yes.

She done swooned me.

About a week ago, she informed me that the play Oklahoma! would be coming to wherever-it-is-we-dwell, and implored me to join her.

Well . . . it is a lot of work for me to make a trip into town. 

 I have to shower, find some decent clothes, pack snacks and other safety rations, put on my pearls, and curl my hair.

And then I have to wait for my husband to empty the deceased mouse out of the mouse trap in the trunk.

What’s that?  You’ve never had a bunch of mice living in your trunk?

You are missing out, my friends.

You are missing out.

So . . . I weighed all the pros and cons and decided that YES!, I shall go to Oklahoma! with my sister.

Because, dear readers, Oklahoma! is awesome.

So much so, that when you type Oklahoma! you must put an exclamation point at the end, regardless of whether or not you are at the end of an exciting sentence, just to emphasize its awesomeness.

Oklahoma!

My sister and I grew up watching movies such as Oklahoma! and The Music Man on account of my ma who likes this sort of thing.

This movie . . . these songs . . . they are in our blood.

So, naturally, my sister and I must get ourselves to see this play.

First off, my sister buys me a Starbucks.

Clearly this excites us.

Then . . . she gives me a Starbucks giftcard!

Just for kicks and grins!

Do you see what I mean about the swooning thing?

We arrive at the play.

Now.
We do not live in Oklahoma, so this play is uber fun for us.

No.  I will not tell you where I live, but from past clues, you can be certain I do not live in Georgia, nor do I live in Oklahoma.

I have my fingers crossed for Hawaii.

My sister was uber impressed with the lights.

It made her feel special.

She was also diggin’ the fabric on the chairs and felt they were pretty stylish.

I was just excited to be in a town of more than 300 people where things like Starbucks, Target, and street lights exist.

The play started and we enjoyed it thoroughly.

Dear Pioneer Woman who does, in fact live in Oklahoma!,

This is the closest I have ever come to seeing these chaps you speak so fondly of:

Lest any of you are confused, The Pioneer Woman knoweth not that I exist.

Dear Readers!

Let us have a little Oklahoma! trivia game, shall we?

Answer as many or as little questions as you can.

The winner will get the satisfaction of being a winner.

1.   Fill in the blanks:

Pore Jud is Daid a candle lights his haid!
He’s lookin’ oh so purty and so nice
He looks like he’s asleep,
It’s a shame that he won’t ________
But it’s summer and we’re running out of ________.

2.  Who said it?

“You can’t go around kissing every boy that asks ya!”

3.  Translate the following words to modern English:

yeller=

feller=

winder=

Good job, class.  Good job.

It was a grand and glorious evening and at the end of the night, me and the mice drove back home to Ruralville.

I almost hit two deer on the way home.

And when I arrived at the homestead, my dashing husband came out to set a fresh trap for the little varmints.

This is my glamorous life.

Don’t be hatin.’

Jealousy does not become you.

Later dudes!

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The Proposal.

Last week, I asked if you all would like to share with me your proposal stories.

And many of you humored me.  And I thank you for that.

I am currenty shunning Bimlissa because she did not humor me with her proposal story.  I feel that if I know a gal well enough to call her Bimlissa, when her name is actually Melissa, I should at least know her proposal story.

Un-shun.

Bimlissa.  I am excited about the upcoming birth of your baby.  But I can no longer talk to you.  For I know not how you got engaged.

Re-shun.

Ok.  Did I lose most of you already?

Moving on.

I am now going to share with you my proposal story. 

True.

Not one of you inquired about my story. (whatever)  But I will share it with you nevertheless.

For I choose to believe you care.

The Lumberjack, more commonly known as David, and I had been dating for almost a year.  We were 18 and 17 at the time, and of course knew everything and were prepared for everything the world would one day throw at us. 

 We had discussed getting married after I had graduated from college.  So, that would mean a 5 year engagement.  I was planning on going away to a college a couple of hours away from home.  We knew that long-distance relationships always work out swimmingly, so we determined our plan to be solid.

Or not.

We soon decided that the original plan was no longer agreeable to us and decided to expedite the process.

Why?  I can’t recall.  But, may I remind you that we were 17 and 18, so I am sure our reasons were logical.

I was a senior in high school (gasp!) and so I was hoping that he would propose before I graduated.

You know.

So I could show off my rock to all the silly girls who hadn’t yet gotten themselves engaged and were destined to become old maids.

But, he didn’t.

Darn him.

I could have had a moment, Lumberjack!

I could have had a moment.

On our one year dating anniversary, I was determined that he was going to propose to me.  He had a whole day of funtivities planned, but all I cared about was that darn ring. 

Turns out I am worldly . . . who knew?!

Well.  I can’t even remember all the things we did.  All I remember was that we were in his sister’s car (?why?) and everytime we turned a corner, something rattled in the trunk.

If it were present day, I would know that the rattling was coming from the creature living in the trunk.

Interruption:  If you missed it, yesterday I revealed that there is something living in my trunk.  After an extensive investigation that involved me opening the trunk a second time, I have determined that there is a small colony of mice living in the trunk.

Wonderful.

 

But this was back in the year 1999, and David told me the sound was coming from my gift.

So, I was a bit miffed.  Because I knew a ring could never make that much of a commotion.

Turns out I was kind of a selfish brat back in the day!

Who knew?!

Anyways, out of nowhere, he drives us to a lake and tells me to get out of the car and into his parents’ boat . . . which is conveniently waiting at the dock.

I told him he would be needing to get my present out of the trunk first.  But he didn’t listen. 

So we hopped into the boat and he drives at breakneck speed to a little bay.  I cannot be certain, but I could make a pretty good guess that I was scolding him for being a little too reckless.

I am keen on safety.

He stops the boat suddenly in the bay and gets down on one knee.  The boat is rocking like crazy due to the fact that he brought it to a swift stop and created a massive wake.

Safety Check:  Should 18-year-olds be driving boats?

He starts his romantic speech.

I ask him if he can wait until the boat stops rocking so badly.

Again.

I am keen on safety.

He grabs my right hand.

I tell him to wait.

He pulls my right hand back, smiles, and says that I don’t understand what he is trying to do.

I tell him I understand completely, but he is not doing it correctly.

Apparently, I am also keen on excellence.

He takes my left hand (thankyouverymuch) and then proposes.

I remember he said something really romantic, but I can’t remember what it was.

Darn it.

But I think I have it written down somewhere.

Hopefully.

Then he drove me to a dock owned by a friend where he had rose petals scattered about, a blanket, candles, food, and wine glasses.

With juice, of course.  I mean, we can’t be illegal.

I am keen on rules.

So . . . there you have it!

We got married one year later, after dating for two years.

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And even though we got married young, I am glad we did and happy for all  our years and memories together.

Happy Tuesday!

*edited, to ease confusion:  The mysterious rattling in the trunk was something his sister had in there.  We may never know the truth.  I guess he had the ring hidden in his pocket or something*

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Do not worry.

Well.

Where do I start?

We have had a bad run of luck . . .  it’s almost funny. 

 Except it’s not.

In honor of the bad luck that has so easily entangled us, I shall now do a “Serenity Now!” post.

For I know how much you all enjoy them.

Serenity Now!

(Name that TV Show)

Our Excursion broke down.

Serenity Now!

$3000 transmission repair.

Serenity Now!

Our dog died.  We loved her.

Serenity Now!

Our bunny died.  We didn’t love her much.  But sad, nonetheless.

Serenity Now!

It’s just cause we just met the bunny.  We aren’t heartless.

Simmer down!

Our son, who shall remain nameless . . .

(but not blameless)

left the freezer door open for an unheard of amount of time.

Serenity Now!

Remember all that beef?

Bye, bye beef.

Serenity Now!

Seriously.  Like $1000 worth of beef.

Serenity Now!

The renters from the other house called.  The oven broke.

Serenity Now!

Also: They dislike the neighbors, parking situation, spiders, bees . . . and they suspect they have a ghost.

Serenity Now!

So, since our Excursion is in the shop, we must all take David’s truck, which we can thankfully all fit in.  Tonight, I had to meet my ma-in-law halfway from Ruralville to civilization so the girls could stay the night at her house.

Why?  Because she is giving them sewing lessons.

And I cannot sew on buttons.

Serenity Now!

Instead of taking the gas-guzzling truck, I decided to bring joy to my husband’s heart and take the Honda, seeing as how he was not coming with us.

I am awesome like that.

I switched all the car seats into the Honda.  This is no small feat.  I opened the trunk to cram in all the girls’ paraphernalia.

And I’ll be darned if there isn’t some creature living in there!  It has created for itself a little nest of fuzz from who-knoweth-where and also left a sizeable pile of droppings for us.

Serenity Now!

Come on.  I can’t be the only gal with an unknown creature living in her trunk . . .

Right?

Right?

Serenity Now!

So, I cram the kids into the car and pile the aforementioned paraphernalia atop the children.

As soon as we pull into the gas station, the Honda dies.

It just . . . dies.

And it refused to stop dying.

Serenity Now!

So, we all piled into ma-in-law’s van and drove back to Ruralville, leaving the Honda, along with it’s mysterious inhabitant, behind at the gas station.

Sir Lumberjack is heading home as we speak to drive me back there, where we will then tow the Honda back to Ruralville.

Have you ever had to drive a vehicle your husband is towing?

I sure have.

Attention all peoples contemplating marriage with their special someone:  I implore you to try this towing activity immediately.  It will be the ultimate test for whether or not your marriage can weather any storm.

Serenity Now!

Alright.  It’s time we stop, collaborate and listen (name that song).  I need an attitude check.  Things aren’t that bad.  At least we have spare vehicles that can assist with all this towing and whatnot . . . right? 

And who needs beef?  I mean, really?

It’s like the Lumberjack says . . . “At least we’ve got each other!”

Right?

Oh, except Mabel.

We don’t got Mabel anymore.

*sigh*

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear.  Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes?  Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not much more valuable than they? 

Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?

But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.  Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

Matthew 6:25-27, 33-34

 

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A Happy List

Things that make me happy:

1.  Costume earrings.

2.  Chatting with a good friend whilst drinking coffee.

Heck.

Even chatting with a mediocre friend whilst drinking coffee.

3.  Being able to pretend like I don’t really know what I weigh, seeing as how my scale is acting like a Looney Toon.  I gained 10 pounds in one day! I would like to state that, for the record, I had fully recommitted to Weight Watchers again (don’t laugh.  I’m serious) on the very day that I mysteriously put on those 10 pounds.  So I ate pasta.   Then I lost 6 of them, and now I only have one pound more to lose before I am back to my weight from Tuesday.

Such progress!

4.  Homeschooling has been going splendiferously!

5.  In honor of Mabel, we planted 3 apple trees.

6.  Popcorn and a diet soda.

7.  The cocoa butter lotion my bosom friend, Amanda, gave to me.

8.  Bimlissa is having her baby in 6 days!  My soul can barely contain it’s excitement!

9.  I had two, count them TWO, friends drive out to my homestead this week.

10.  I have lots of cyber-friends who stopped by to say kind words when my heart was so sad.

11.  My heart does not feel so terribly sad anymore.

12.  Since my husband gets to go hunting, I get to go on a trip to see Bimlissa this winter!  Look at me with my “big-girl-flying-on-a-plane-to-a-faraway-land-all-by-myself” pants on!

13.  We have had wonderfullly, unusually warm weather this week.  I even got frisky and pulled my capris out of the summer box!

14.  We are going to MindyLouHoo’s house for dinner tomorrow night!  Turns out I might not be so lame after all!

15.  We are planning on kicking the snot out of MindyLou and Mr. MindyLou at pinnochle.

16.  My husband *should* be home at a reasonable time this evening.

17.  There are two, unopened Netflix DVDs on the counter.

18.  And a fridge full of Diet Pepsi.

19.  And a pantry bearing much popcorn.

20.  Handsome Dude has not lost his glasses once since he got his new pair.

21.  Green beans.  Oh, how I love green beans.

22.  And brownies.

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And now, it is time for this week’s COW.

It has been awhile since I did the COW, on account of all of my mourning.

But, here it is!

Since no one ever knows what a COW is, and always assumes I am being rude, I will again reiterate, that the COW is short for the Comment of the Week.

It is a good thing.

It is, however,  quite pointless and means nothing in the grand scheme of life.

Yet, COW, we shall!

This week’s winner is Melissa K.

Let us give Melissa K a moment to recover from the thrilling shock.

**Thank you**

Melissa wrote:

I always have to laugh about The Ides of March, because that’s the day my husband proposed to me. On a non-scary downtown street corner, in the rain, under an umbrella, on one knee. So romantic.

But now that I think about it, maybe that’s the reason the photographer (who was concealed in the building across the street to take pictures of said proposal so that I would receive a beautiful framed portrait as a surprise wedding gift) had a malfunction with his camera and all the negatives came back blank. (Insert sob.) Hmmmm…

That is a great proposal story, although it had a tragic ending.

Dear readers.

Would anyone else like to share their proposal story?

Hmmm?

Yes.

Yes you do. 

Be brave.  Just put it in the comments.

It will be fun!

Do it!

You know . . . for kicks and grins.

Or don’t.

The choice is yours.

Happy Weekend!

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The Hunting Trip. Oh, help us. The Hunting Trip.

It occurred to me last night, dear readers, as we were driving home from our Wednesday Night Funtivities, that my husband, David Maliblahblah, will soon be leaving for his extended hunting trip.

Oh.

Be.

Still.

My.

Heart.

No good comes from his extended hunting trips.

Allow me to elaborate, if I may so be inclined:

First trip- Sweet Pea was 1 3/4, Daisy Mae was 6 months old.  We had strictly wood heat and I knew not how to build a fire.  So the other hunter wives had to come to my house and give me a crash course in pyrogenics.

Lest any of you are know-it-all-ish, no, I have no idea if I used “pyrogenics” correctly.  Nor do I care.

Second Trip-Apparently it was quite traumatic, for I have no memory of it.

Third Trip- Lots of sundry events occurred on this trip.

Daisy Mae broke our one and only toilet.

Handsome Dude, who was just a mere lad, got his first pair of glasses.

And I found out I was pregnant with Sir Little Dude.

Fourth Trip-Not a clue.  Don’t remember.

Fifth Trip-Last year.

Last year was a doosie.

The kids were extremely upset that he left.  And then they all got sick. 

So, without further ado, I would like to share with you a post I wrote last year during his hunting trip that accurately illustrates just how swell the last hunting trip went.

I am not too worried about reposting it, seeing as how the only people who read my blog back then were:

Bimlissa.  Bimlissa’s mom.  Bimlissa’s sister. Bimlissa’s sister’s husband’s cousin.

And MindyLou!

Please notice:  I did not live in a peach house.

Also-Look at how much Little Dude has changed!

*tear*

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Originally posted in October of 2009

 

I dedicate this post to my husband who has been gone, and conveniently out of cell service, on a hunting trip.

Not only were his four children devastated by his departure, but all four them have contracted what suspiciously resembles the swine flu.

It has been a heck of a week.

And it continues . . .

100 points to whoever can name the artist/song.

200 points to whoever can cure the swine flu.

300 points to whoever can cure hunting.

I kid, of course.

How about 300 points to whoever can rig up hunting camps so that they have cell service?

Is it whoever or whomever?

400 points to whoever/whomever can answer that.

***

 

Oh, my love
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My darlin’

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I’ve hungered for your touch

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a long, lonely time.

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And time

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Goes by

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So slowly

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And time

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Can do

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So Much

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Are you

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Still Mine?

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I need your love

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I

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Need Your Love

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Godspeed

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Your

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Love

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To

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Oooh-Ooooh-Ooooh-Ooooh

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Me.

***

He leaves in 9 days.

And this year, we live out in the middle of nowhere and have no dog for to protect us.

Beware the 9th of October! 

(Get it?  Like “Beware the Ides of March”?  Eh?  Huh?  No?)

Pray for us.

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The post in which I reveal I am super-lame in real life.

Welcome to another thrilling edition of “Questions.  And their answers.”

Please.

Try to contain your excitement.

1) From Amanda:

Lets see…. what curriculum are you using for homeschooling? I was thinking of doing a combination of $1 store finds and abeca.

What are you doing for your next birthday? If you had to choose between spaghetti and lasagna for life which would you choose?

Such a grand smorgasbord of questions, Amanda!

Ok, curriculum:  I am using a variety of things and you can read all about them here.  I am basically using The Well-Trained Mind, which is a guide to classical education at home.

What am I doing for my next birthday?  Probably crying.  I am turning 30.

Lasagna all the way.

Hence, my pudge.

2)  From my sweet sugar pants friend, MindyLouHoo:

Would you rather….lose 15 pounds forever and never gain it back but could never wear makeup anywhere again, OR..would you rather…gain 15 pounds but have the most lovely peaches and cream skin ever?

This is a horrific question.

Horrific.

I seriously can’t decide.  I would probably want to go with the losing of 15 pounds, but then if people wanted to see me, it would have to strictly be only in candelight,  which would most likely prove itself inconvenient over time.

Fun Fact about MindyLou:

MindyLou and I were acquaintances before the age of Facebook.  Then we became Facebook friends.

Facebook.  It unites people, you know?

I firmly believe that if I were to delete about half of my Facebook friendships, not one of them would notice.

We are that tight.

But that is neither here nor there.

MindyLou and I do talk on Facebook.  And she would notice.  But anyways, she started reading my blog, so then she asked if we could hang out.

So, we did.

And then she never asked again.

Oh, The Lumberjack will never let me live that one down.

“Looks like you aren’t as fun in real person, huh?”

“Boy, you sure scared Mindy off!”

“Man!  What did you say to Mindy?”

Darn this blog.

MindyLou!  MindyLou!  I am sorry I am so lame in real life.

Another fun fact:  A different and completely unrelated reader asked me to hang out with her and we are doing so tomorrow.

I am preparing myself to never hear from her again.

3)  From Heather. 

Heather goes to my church.

That was a fun factoid, was it not?

My question is: Knowing what you know now, do you regret moving out to Ruralville? If you could do it over would you choose a place closer to town? The reason I ask is because my husband would love to move us out of town too and I don’t know how I feel about that. I think I’d miss not being 5 minutes from Target, or the grocery store, or civilization!

 I am not sure I am emotionally stable enough this week to properly answer this question.

But answer it I will.

I don’t know yet.  I know that my husband truly needed to live on acreage and he is happier and I am happy that he is happy.  But I am still getting used to it.

I used to live 5 minutes from the lake.

Now I live 5 minutes from deer, trees, and a nudist resort.

So, at least I have options!

4)  From Ada.  Ada magically found my blog from who-knows-where and she knows my dearheart friend Bimlissa!

So, Ada is a kindred spirit in my book.

What kind of gravy are you making? Biscuits and gravy or chicken and gravy?

I am not making any kind of gravy.

I have a few “homeschooling” pounds to lose, I can’t eat food items high in cholesterol, and I simply don’t know how to make gravy.

5)  From Mindee.  I don’t remember how Mindee and I found each other in blog-land.

But it was a match made in heaven, I tell ya.

Mindee is a very good blogging friend who always leaves thoughtful, funny comments.  And her blog is awesome, too!

 Will your many and assorted relatives come to your house for a painting “party” and relieve you of your peach oppression?

Well.   No.

They all think we live too far.

Perhaps if we handed out gas vouchers?

6)  From Martha.

A question, hmmm. Do you LIKE homeschooling? Forget about whether you think you’re any good at it, but do you like it? I’m quite jealous and often think it would be nice to spend all day home teaching and learning with my daughter… but then I remember how crazy it makes me.

I do like it. 

Here’s what I don’t like:

1)  Dealing with the boys and homeschooling.

2)  Laundry+ housework+dinner+groceries+bill paying and homeschooling.

3)  Having my dog die and homeschooling.

4)  Living super far, therefore rendering playdates super hard to coordinate and homeschooling.

But, the actual teaching of the children and such: Win!

Even if Daisy Mae wrote the number thirteen like this today:  E0.

7)  From Rebecca D.  Rebecca was the first person to win a COW!

Do you know what the COW is?

You should.

Question: What is your favorite brownie recipe? I used to think I had a good one, but I’m just not feeling it right now…

I have found the bestest brownie recipe ever.  My husband dislikes homemade brownies and perfers brownies from a mix.  But he did say these were his favorite homemade.

True.

He still prefers them from the box that costs 99cents and requires no effort.

But it makes me feel better if I make these.

I found this from AllRecipes.

Brownies:

Ingredients

  • 1 cup butter, melted
  • 3 cups white sugar
  • 1 tablespoon vanilla extract
  • 4 eggs
  • 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 cup semisweet chocolate chips

Directions

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Lightly grease a 9×13 baking dish.
  2. Combine the melted butter, sugar, and vanilla in a large bowl. Beat in the eggs, one at a time, mixing well after each, until thoroughly blended.
  3. Sift together the flour, cocoa powder, and salt. Gradually stir the flour mixture into the chocolate mixture until blended. Stir in the chocolate morsels. Spread the batter evenly into the prepared baking dish.
  4. Bake in preheated oven until an inserted toothpick comes out clean, 35 to 40 minutes. Remove, and cool pan on wire rack before cutting

Let us fool ourselves into believing they are low in fat, shall we?

8)  From Kristy.

And my question is…Do you ever wish you would have waited until you were older to start having kids? The reason I ask is because I had my first one when I was 22 and my second at 24 and I love them so so dearly. But sometimes I wish that me and my husband would have spent more time with just the two of us before the hustle and bustle of kids started. Just wondering what you thought!

Sometimes.  Because me and my husband were, and still are, clueless.

I’d like to think we would have fared better with age.

Nevertheless!

We can do math and we have discovered the kids will be All GONE whilst we are still in our 40s.

Win!

9)  From The Lady of the House.

What is the reason you homeschool…? Some say because they know they can give their kids a better education, some say they are worried about today’s craziness at public schools – so just curious, what your reason is…

Because I live too far away to take them to school.

That’s it.

Are you inspired?

Ha!  I also mentioned a few more reasons in this post, if you are feeling frisky and want to click on this link.

10)  From Charming’s Mama:

When Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water why did Jack fall down and break his crown? Was he a klutz or was he pushed? (queue dun, dun, dun, music) A mystery that may never be solved.

Well.

I haven’t the foggiest.

But I do know that when Lumberjack got Lumberjill stuck on top of a mountain, Lumberjill was super awesome and did not complain as she trudged 10 miles down a mountain to find refuge in shady, small-town bar.

Again.  If you are feeling frisky, you can read about it here.

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Thank you for all the questions!

I appreciated it so very, very much.

Did anyone notice that I didn’t talk about the same thing I have been talking about?

A whole lot of work

I am really proud!

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I didn’t talk about her once!

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Not once, I tell ya!

Come on.

You’ve gotta admit . . .

You didn’t think I could do it.

Later, Dudes!

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